Ok, so I have a huge obsession with hockey, more specifically the Minnesota Wild. I am going to school in Chicago and I don't get to watch the games usually. Over break I watched every game, which was nice. But, I am back, so I am back to listening via the internet. Well, on the 20th, the Wild are hosting Chicago, guess who has the channel in her dorm...I do! So I get to watch it. In addition, 2 days later, on the 22nd, Chicago is hosting the Wild, it's not going to be on tv, but no worries because thanks to my aussome new roomie, I get to GO!!!!!!! Obviously it's an away game for the Wild, and obviously I am going to root for the Wild. Duh. So my dad calls me today and I told him that we were going. He asked me who I was going to root for. I told that was the craziest question he's ever asked me. Apparently some people are scared to root for the away team...not me, I love my Wild boys too much. Plus, part of the fun of going to an away game and rooting for the visiting team is being heckled and made fun of. I'm looking forward to it, I just hope that my roomie isn't scared of me when we go to the game

I stole this from someone else and got a laugh out of it, just don't show it to any little kids:

A Christmas Story

'Twas the night before Christmas--Old Santa was pissed.
He cussed out the elves and threw down his list.
Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks.
I have a good mind to scrap the whole works!

I've busted my ass for damn near a year,
Instead of "Thanks Santa"--what do I hear?
The old lady bitches cause I work late at night.
The elves want more money--The reindeer all fight.

Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids.
Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS.
And just when I thought that things would get better
Those assholes from the IRS sent me a letter,
They say I owe taxes--if that ain't damn funny
Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money?

And the kids these days--they all are the pits
They want the impossible--Those mean little shits
I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds
Assembling dolls...Their arms, legs and heads
I made a ton of yo yo's--No request for them,
They want computers and robots...they think - I'm IBM!

Flying through the air...dodging the trees
Falling down chimneys and skinning my knees
I'm quitting this job there's just no enjoyment
I'll sit on my fat ass and draw unemployment.

There's no Christmas this year now you know the reason,
I found me a blonde. I'm going SOUTH for the season

So what has been happening in the life of Tracy lately? Not a whole heck of a lot. Kimmie got the test results back...not good. She told me, I cried, she started crying again. She had a decision to make, she could either have the same minor surgery she had in August and hope it works this time or she could have major surgery and be in the hospital for a few days, but it would work, guaranteed. She decided to have the major surgery. She's gonna get it done within the next month or so. She's gonna be out of basketball all season, but I think it's worth it to her. I just feel so awful, she's only 16 and has dealt with this since she was 3, no one deserves to go through the disappointment that she has gone through.

What else??...Oh! after a 4 game losing streak the Wild finally won!! It was a shutout against the Penguins...sorry to any of you fans out there. It was the 11th shutout in Manny Fernadez's career. I thought my favorite player, Marc Chouinard, reinjured himself. Last month he took a hard hit from a Canucks player that shall remain nameless, but if you know anything about hockey, you'll know who I am talking about. Well, tonight he took another hard hit. He got rammed into the boards and he wasn't really moving and I had a little bit of a freak out. Luckily he went back to the bench, which means it wasn't serious, and even better, he was back out on the ice. The best part came when a Wild player, Kyle Wanvig, got into a fight with the guy that hit Marc. Wanvig ended up missing the rest of the game, there were only 3 minutes left, and he would have served a 17 minute penalty...2 mins for something, I can't remember what, 5 for fighting, and 10 for instigating a fight. He's also suspended for one game and Lemaire, that head coach owes a fine...but I think it's worth it...do NOT mess with the Wild players!!

So thanks to psychology and learning about Dr. Freud, I learned I have an oral fixation. Here is a description of people with an oral fixation:

Oral fixations are considered to contribute to being overly talkative, nicotine smoking addictions and alcoholism. Other symptoms include over-eating and a sarcastic or "biting" personality.

Ok, I'm not an alcoholic and I don't smoke, but the rest applies to me. What causes an oral fixation you ask? Sigmund Freud came up with something known as the "psychosexual stages of life". The first stage is the oral stage. When you are born, sucking is a way of survival. Think about it. They have pacifiers and bottles, they suck their thumbs, in the first few months, whever someone touches their face, infants will automatically turn their mouths to it. The stage ends when babies are weened from the bottle. If they are over or under exposed to this stage, they can become fixated on it. Over exposure would be, if they were fed with a bottle too long or if they had a pacifier for too long. Under exposure is the opposite. They were weened too early.

As for myself, I believe I am the ladder one. I was under exposed. I never like my bottle much and I hated my pacifier, and look where it got me. So that was your psychology lesson for today kids.

Sorry, I was just REALLY bored and decided to write a blog, but I wasn't sure about what and then I thought of this for some reason and then I decided to write about it. Yeah, I'm weird like that.

Ok, so I got my psych final over with. It went alright, but I sort of froze up on the essay part. I am so excited to be going home on Tuesday, I need a break from school! It's sad, but everyone and everything is changing. I knew that it was going to happen, I just didn't want to believe it. I know that I will be friends with my best friends from highschool forever, I just can't see them not being a part of my life, it just will be different. I dunno, it's hard to explain. I mean I clearly know what I am thinking, it's just hard to put words to it. Oh well, que sera sera right?

On another note, as happy as I am to be going back home, I am gonna miss my friends here. I have only been here a few months, but I have met some really crazy cool people. 2 of them are leaving today, lucky bastards. Tina is going back home, she doesn't live too far, and Marianne is going back to Ohio, lucky girl gets to spend time in Lebenon too. She has family there. I was talking to Tina not long ago...what am I gonna do without my CSI buddy?! Who is going to make fun of moustache boy with me?!?! Tina did say that she was going to make a trip up to Minnesota...how cool would that be...especially if my other friends meet her...I think they would all get along. MOE!! What am I going to do without my MOE!?! She's the fucking kick assiest RA ever!!

I sold my math book back today! I got $33.00 for it! I was happy. I have to sell my English book back, well one of them, the other I need for 104. I should get about $20 for that one...I hope. I have to buy my sister and my cousins DePaul shirts. Actually, I don't have to, I want to.

Ok, so officially hell week began Monday, but whatever. Hell week, for those of you that don't know, is finals week. It sucks and it's a pain in the ass. I am not worried about most of my finals, just my psychology one. My math one, I can do semi-bad on and still get a decent grade in that class. Of course, psychology is my first test, tomorrow and what am I doing? I am on here. I plan on studying tonight. I remember hearing that it's better to review information no more than 24 hours before you are supposed to be tested on it...thanks Mr. Brewer :D. I also have to turn in my English journel, I will probably do that tomorrow after my psych final, or maybe I will before, yeah, that makes more sense. Oh...I talked to Kimmie yesterday and asked her how her appointment went. She said it went ok, it was painful, but they let her listen to music which helped her relax. She won't know anything until at least the end of the week though.

Oh! on a happy note, Keith won male vocalist and entertainer of the year at the CMAs last night!! That made me so happy. He also performed. I wasn't even sure I was going to catch the entertainer of the year category. I was in the lounge studying, and my roomie called me. She had left her id in the room and wasn't able to get back in. Well, I couldn't find it, I felt bad, but I did get to catch the win. Thank God for her forgetting her id :D. I couldn't help but notice that something was off with KU last night. His performance was good, but I dunno, he seemed disconnected and out of it. I really hope he isn't sick. He was on vocal rest not too long ago and had to cancel shows, I know that he won't wanna do that again.

Speaking of roomies. Ok, I have 2 of them, one of them is moving out at the end of the quarter and is transferring schools. All I can say is THANK GOD! She is so incredibly selfish that it's annoying. Like last night, my other roomie and I were triying to sleep, she's on the phone leaving ridiculous messages for this one girl that she's in a fight with. And the other night, she was on the phone with her boyfriend and they were talking about their sex life...TMI. I don't mean to listen, it's just that it's hard not to and she talks so damn loud! Oh and last night her and her friend Stef were trashed. Stef was over and she was going to leave. She couldn't find her id. Lindsey, my roomie, would not help her. I knew that she had to have hidden the id somewhere. So Stef was going to go check down at the desk and Lindsey starts laughing and I'm like "where did you hide it?" and she ran in the closest and got it. Well, Stef was going nuts because if you don't have your id, you can't get into the building, it has your meal plan on it, and it's just your key to everything, well, I ran down and got her because I didn't want her to freak out anymore. Gah! Lindsey can just be so not cool and inconsiderate sometimes!

 ok, enough ranting for today, I need to try to work on my paper and study...even though I know that won't really happen :D

So I am new to this whole thing. Emily and I decided to start a blog on the same day. It all started cause I was just having a not cool day. It wasn't a terrible day, it was more that I started thinking about things. I think it started when I booked my flight home. I'm flying to St. Paul from Chicago for break on the 22nd. I have missed home insanely. I love Chicago and I love school and I love the people that I have met, but I miss everyone and everything about home. I don't think I will transfer though because that's too much work and I don't hate it down here. I know it will just take some getting used to. Anywho, so I started thinking about how much I miss home. Then I started thinking about everything else about life, because when I think, that's what happens. My whole life I have struggled with my self-esteem...it sucks. I have constantly been made fun of and I get so paranoid when I see other people talking. This is really sad, but I don't like to leave my room when my both my roommates are there because I am afraid that they will say something about me. I don't know if it's because my one roommate can be a bitch, but I don't like to do it. I don't know why I always end up thinking about it, but I do, and I think it's sad that I put it out on my internet for people to see. It makes it seem like I am looking for sympathy, when, in reality, it just feels good to get frustrations out. Sometimes it's more effective than talking to someone. Though, I am talking to pretty much the world when I put it on here. See how my mind works?? It's nuts. I'm nuts, so that makes sense. Back to what I was talking about. I ended up talking to Emily about it, which is how we got started on all this blog stuff, I put on a little music and now I feel better, a little better anyway. That is until tomorrow and then I start to feel shitty again...kidding, I really hope that this blog doesn't turn into a poor pitiful trip. I don't think it will just because I tend to have more happy days than sad ones :D